Justin sat on a futon in Irish's den as she went through a box full of magazines
and tapes of anything nsync that she collected. She showed him old pics of himself while he made faces at the many hair styles
and looks that he went through as a teenager. Irish laughed at how he couldn't believe he did all that.
She
showed him some tapes of videos and interviews, then moved up to some of his solo stuff. They basically stayed in room
as Irish got up and made them dinner and then they had a sweet potato pie that Irish made a few days ago.
After
the dishes and kitchen were clean she went back down the hall to find him still planted in front of the TV watching and
listening to the headphones she lent him. Irish knew he was going to stay there, so she brought blankets and to pillows
for them to use while on the floor.
Around three a.m., the clock rang, as Irish stirred out of her sleep as
she turned to see Justin move back and forth in his sleep.
She gently woke him up as his eyes flew wide open. He looked
at her, as saw the look of her face. He sadly shook his head and groan in pain.
Irish stood up and helped him
up and back to the comfortable bed back in the room.
"Lay down and I will change the dressings." She said
as pulled out the first-aid kit. He nodded and lay down as her change the head dressing and the others. "Irish, I went
through it all and I can't remember. What, if I don't ever remember?"
Irish sighed softly as she searched
for the right words to say. "I think you will remember, just take it easy and don't stress so much or you might worry
over it, making it worse."
He nodding as she finished the last one. She put him under the covers and watched
him as he quickly fell asleep, from too much excitement and sat in the chair to watch over him, incase everything he
has tried to absorb, goes wrong.
~later that night~
Irish had awakened to her shoulder being
shaken. There she saw Justin and his hand moving her shoulder. "Yes, Justin?" "I can't sleep right now and wanted to
know if you can keep me company? The wind and the snow are the only noises around here." Irish stood up and stretched,
while Justin watched her. "Yeah, it is too quiet. So, what you want to do?" Justin simply looked at her and grinned.
They
sat at the foot of the bed and sipped hot chocolate with marshmallows, while they laughed at some of the information Irish gave
Justin about himself. "No way! I really had blue hair once, when I was a kid?" He laughed. "Yes, you did." She smiled.
"I think you wanted to see how you looked with your fave color as a new hair look." Justin cracked up hard at the idea.
"Okay, what else? How about girlfriends?" Irish sobered her laughter and sighed. "What about them?" "Well, do I have
one right now?" She shrugged. "I honestly don't know. I knew you dated this girl, Britney and these other girls." Irish
gives him the teen magazines that show him with girls of all shapes, sizes and ages. "But I don't know." Justin nodded
as understood that she only knew of what information she got about from magazines, TV, and other forms of entetainment."Irish?"
"Yes?" She spoke as sat her now empty cup down. "May I kiss you?" Irish's head jerked up.
"What? Why?" She
pulled back and arched an eyebrow. "May I kiss you? And why? Because, I don't remember what it feels like. So may I?"
"I
guess you can." She said softly. "Yes or No, Irish." Justin said as he slowly moved in closer. "Yes. Yes, Justin." She
whispered as they closed in the space and their lips touched. Justin and Irish slowly felt their lips moved back and
forth. Up and down. Connecting, like two pieces of a puzzle. Instinct, brought Justin's hand up on her back, pulling
her into his lap and her arms linking around his neck and her hands into his hair, touching the tiny curls of hair that
grew from the short hair he used to have.
Irish moaned and tilted her head back, exposing her neck for him.
He looked at it and dove in, giving her butterfly kisses, sending shivers through her body. Justin moved Irish off of
his lap and onto the bed as the kissing continued.
They both took the art of kissing to a whole new level.
It was if it replaced sex, foreplay, and dating. It was enough. Irish could hear a deep, low growl from his throat as
their tongues touched. His growls made her laugh, tickling her throat. And her laughter made his groin ache. She oozed
sexuality, just by being herself and honest. In the short time he has been stuck in the cabin during this blizzard,
he had fallen for her. Too bad he couldn't remember who he was or what was waiting for him back where he was from.
Irish
finally was the one to pull away. "Wow." Was all she could say. Justin say the light in her eyes, shine more and he smiled.
"So, it was good?" Irish scoffed and stared at him. "Good? That was more than good. It was beyond words. But, if you are
asking if it you did a right. Then yes, you did it right."
"Good." He smiled as he pulled her back to him
and they laid in the bed, snuggling. "Let's go to sleep. You wore me out." He as before they looked at each other and
laughed.
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